Okay, hi there and here we are once more, hope you like this one and let me know what you think of the emotions shown. I know a lot of the explanation for thing isn't given here but that is because it will come later on.

Remus Lupin:

The morning of August 1st dawned unusually chilly and dark, with little to know light entering the small cottage on the edge of a small forest in the hills of Wales. Not that this mattered to the Cottage's single inhabitant for he rarely cared for light and sun these days. The sun had abandoned him many years ago with the death and betrayal of his close and only friends along with the loss of his Cub.

This lonesome weary man was none other than Remus Lupin and Secondary Godfather to Harry Potter. The death and loss of his pack on that fateful Halloween night had taken a large toll on previously strong willed young man. For now his clothes and home were shabby and sparse reflecting a lack of care for life and lack of laughter. Indeed he could not remember the last time he smiled let along laughed. Such cheeriness was not for him.

But as he shuffled along to his dingy and grimy kitchen filled with a minimum amount of food, some of which was spoiled, he could not help his heart feeling sinking further as among the Daily Prophet sitting on his kitchen table there was no other mail. Once more it seemed that his Cub had chosen not to acknowledge his birthday gift to the boy.

'Probably thinks it pathetic and shabby next to the other gifts he no doubt received from the rest of the Wizarding World and his family.'

Every year and every Christmas this man would send a present to Harry, his Cub, two of his best-friends son, his only link to the past, and much much more, his only remaining family. Yet every year he received no acknowledgement for these gifts and no reply to his request to come visit or to have the boy stay with him for a few days.

Every year it became more and more painful when his wishes and questions about his Cub's life went unanswered, it hurt even more than when Dumbledore forbade him from having custody of Harry, using his werewolf disease as the reasons even though the man knew better than anyone that his werewolf side, Moony, would never harm Harry and that there was no danger.

What really hurt him was the knowledge that James and Lily's will was being ignored in favour of the family Dumbledore chose. He knew in their wills they stated should Sirius be unable to take care of Harry then he was to go to him and if not to Amelia Bones or Alastor Moody. But the Headmaster got to the Minister first and this will was buried deep down and impossible to get a hold of without Harry demanding it to be read. In fact apart from himself and the traitor Sirius no one else knows the full contents of the will and as Sirius was in Azkaban and he was a werewolf then nobody was to take either seriously with their claims of where Harry was to live.

Above all he hated how through Dumbledore's scheming he could have no contact with Harry and how the family would not let him come visit. The silence was almost too much and with so many years gone by he was becoming less hopeful that Harry would ever accept him in his life as his parents did and as they wanted.

Sitting at the table on a rickety old chair his head sunk into his hands, elbows resting on the table, Remus Lupin let several tears fall as he imagined himself meeting his Cub for the first time in all these years at Hogwarts and being turned away in disgust for being a werewolf. As surely the only reason an old family friend and blood brother to James not being allowed to see the boy was due to this. Due to those he live with not liking "Dark Creatures" as he was known as.

It was as he was wallowing in this that he reached for the morning paper and saw the headline which surely knocked a few years of his life:-

BOY-WHO-LIVED KILLED BY RELATIVES ABUSE

"Nooooooooooooooooo" he screamed as he clutched the paper in his hands for dear life almost tearing it to shreds. "It can't be, nononononoonooooo not him, no not my Cub no no nooooooo" he sobbed uncontrollably falling to the floor in his sadness.

It was not long that this subsided and anger, a deep mind controlling passionate anger at Dumbledore took place of his grief. A need for justice, for revenge took precedence in him as he thought of all the words Dumbledore spoke to him after Halloween occurred and how he assured him his Cub was fine year after year. How he stopped him gaining custody, how he prevented him being able to see his Cub again, how he wouldn't allow him to know the location of his Cub, even how he stongly advised his not writing to his Cub. Though now he wondered if the gifts he sent ever made it or if Dumbledore prevented any mail reaching him for as he loved to say "for the greater good, my boy".

His whole face sneered at these thoughts, at those words and with all these memories and others echoing in his mind he got up and marched determinedly with a fire in his gait that had not been seen for years. With a sense of purpose he grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and through it in the fireplace before stepping in.

A calm determination and fierce resolve with his upcoming actions settled over him as his once dull, lifeless eyes became a vibrant swirling amber with a glint that would send even the bravest man running.

In a voice dripping of venom and cold like steel, so unlike the calm, gentle, kind Remus most knew, he called out his destination and was whisked away to confront the one man who could aid him in seeing justice upon Dumbledore.

Okay so there you have it. As always please Read and Review.

As for who Remus has gone to see well that will be revealed all in good time.

So bye for now!